As they ventured deeper into the dungeon, the air grew thicker and damp, laced with a bitter stench of decay. Twisted roots snaked across the walls, and the stone pathways were slippery with moss, making each step treacherous. Both Leon and Luna moved cautiously, their eyes scanning for movement in the shadows. The faint drip of water echoed in the silence, adding to the tension hanging between them.
Leon could feel the anticipation building within him; they had already uncovered incredible loot, and there was no telling what awaited them in the dungeon's depths. The ring he had given Luna was powerful—almost too powerful—and he had felt a strange energy emanating from it the moment she put it on. It was almost as if the artifact recognized her, binding itself to her with an unsettling ease. But he kept his concerns to himself. After all, he had his own reasons for pushing forward.
